Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

In a daze, he heard Ling Jing lighten his footsteps, and after a while, the wooden door hit, and he was left alone in the small courtyard.

He rolled around on the floor twice, and felt deserted again, so he got up like a sleepwalker, rubbed his sleepy eyes, still clutching the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and moved to the big incense burner in the room.

He stared blankly at the censer, moved close to it, rubbed it with his cold elbow, then took the big copper stove as a person with body temperature, and dozed off next to the body of the censer, the fragrance was directing towards his body. The nose went, perhaps because he was too used to it, but he didn't feel suffocated.

Not long after, the shoulders were burning hot, and suddenly a gust of wind came, and with a "poof", it extinguished the sparks in the incense burner.

Xie Qiushi suddenly opened his eyes, his face was still a little tired, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife. He looked around and saw the doors and windows closed tightly. Looking down at the censer, he saw a red stone rolling out of the hearth.

He stared blankly at the stone bone rolling around twice and rolled on the ground, and let out a soft "ah", but his mind suddenly cleared up.

Xie Xianjun walked around the room for a few times, picked up the small enamel bowl of hangover soup on the table, turned it around, raised his foot and kicked over the incense burner on the side, dipped his finger in some incense ash, and brought it to his nose Sniffed.

He remembered where this familiar smell came from - whether it was incense or scented tea, they were all things he was used to in Yingtai!

He looked at the unclaimed jade fan at his waist and the string of emerald beads. He remembered what he had blurted out to Ling Jing a few days ago: "The little bastards in Yingtai never gave me anything." The precious and beautiful jade, which was round and dripping with water, suddenly exerted a ruthless force and tore off the beads one by one.

One hundred and eight jade beads fell to the ground like running water. Before he could react, the beads jumped up as if they had spirituality, and wrapped around his wrist one by one. He laughed angrily and thought again. Untie the beads and tear them apart, this time the beads seemed to be stuck, no matter how hard he tried to pull them, he couldn't get them off.

Xie Qiushi sat down by the bed and said angrily, "Which corner are you hiding in? Get out, Grandpa!"

No one paid attention to him, the wind was rustling outside the window, and the jade string in his hand was glowing deeply.

"Come out!" Xie Qiushi shouted again, "Is it fun to play tricks on me like this?"

A helpless sigh sounded, Xie Qiushi opened his eyes wide, but the familiar figure did not appear in front of him.

He didn't believe in evil, his eyes were sore, and he still didn't stare at anything, but his stomach full of grievances and bitterness flooded up, his eyelashes trembled, his eyes blinked, and tears rolled out of those jade-like eyes.

At this moment, a slender palm covered his eyes, with slightly bent knuckles, wiping away his tears.

His body froze all of a sudden, letting the body temperature stick to his back, a pair of arms clasped his shoulders loosely, the dry palms still covered his eyelids, he was imprisoned to move like this No, you can't see things.

"Pretending to be a ghost." He struggled and then softened, his voice was still a little choked up, "Why are you hiding?"

Only the person behind said softly: "You said you don't want to see me."

Xie Qiushi was held in his arms in a daze, and he said after a long time, "Did you send the beads?"

The man did not speak.

"You sent the fan too? You sent the incense burner and the soup?" Xie Qiushi asked, "I remember that day when I was sleeping in the woods, Yu Suqing said that he and his disciples found me at the ferry, and you did it?"

The man still didn't say a word, and acquiesced.

Xie Qiushi blinked his eyes twice, and began to tickle Jindouzi again. He felt ashamed and closed his eyes tightly, but the water still slipped out from the cracks in his eyelids.

"You're already gone," Xie Xianjun's voice was hoarse, with a bit of resentment, but also unconsciously hiding some joy, "what do you want me to do?"

The person behind was silent for a long time before saying: "I can't let you go."

Xie Qiushi's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't bother to cry. He bit his lips, stamped his feet, hesitated, and confirmed in a low voice, "Can you really not let me go?"

The man gave a soft "hmm".

Xie Qiushi murmured and asked: "Really, can't you just let me go?"

The man said "hmm" again.

"You are in charge of all these flowers, plants and rocks, birds and beasts, fairies and ghosts, and a big girl who is as beautiful as flowers and jade," Xie Qiushi said, "If they are all transformed, can you just let me go?"

The man paused for a moment, and suddenly smiled lowly.

Xie Qiushi was annoyed: "What are you laughing at?"

"I am in charge of all these flowers, plants, stones, birds, beasts, fairies, ghosts, and ghosts, so I can understand..." The man didn't answer, but said in a hoarse voice, "The life of the three realms, reincarnation, life and death, death and resurrection... There will be no second Xie Qiushi."

Xie Qiushi's eyes widened and he was almost at a loss for words. He wanted to push away the hand covering his eyes, but he was picked up by the back of his head and laid flat on the bed.

He struggled to get his foot to push, but only reached the quilt. The man covered his eyes and pressed him on the bed, with his knee between his legs, knelt down on one knee, pinched his cheek, and pointed at the bed. A kiss on his lips.

He made a "woo" in embarrassment, his lips were still slightly parted, as if he was dissatisfied, and it seemed that he hadn't enjoyed the kiss.

The light of the sky penetrated through the fingers, and then, the palm covering him froze and then disappeared.

Xie Qiushi regained his light, but before he could react, he blinked his wet eyes and looked at everything in front of him in a daze, looking at the overturned incense burner, the porcelain bowl on the table, the covered gauze curtain, and the stones on the floor .

The wind was still instigating, Xie Qiushi was still the only one in the courtyard.

All the secret words of love, entanglement, and interdependence between lips and teeth just now disappeared without a trace like a big dream after getting drunk.

The next day was still calm, Xie Qiushi even began to suspect that he was really just having a dream, but from the moment he stepped out of the small courtyard, everything was different.

Wuling disciples came to greet him early in the morning, saying that the small building specially built for him had been completed. He walked into the mountain in a daze, and when he saw the exquisite bamboo building on the mountain with colorful paintings all over the place, he couldn't help but look pale. a stagnation.

"When did the construction start?" He pointed at the small building and asked.

The disciple immediately stuttered, and happened to see Senior Brother Lingjing walking towards him, and he hurriedly cast a look for help.

Xie Qiushi abandoned him, turned to ask Ling Jing, his face was worried: "You and that surnamed Yan played together to deceive me, didn't you?"

Ling Jing was surprised: "What does Xianjun mean?"

Xie Qiushi sneered and said: "This building was clearly built according to the drawings of the craftsman in my house. The incense tea in my room was sent from Yingtai Mountain. How dare you conspire with Yan Xiao to defraud me?" I!"

Ling Jing hurriedly said: "Xianjun misunderstood, I found these things when I was sorting out the belongings for Xianjun. I only know that Xianjun brought them with me, and I don't know the rest."

"You really don't know who Yan Chicheng is?" Xie Qiushi raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Ling Jing sighed: "Don't say who it is, I don't even know whether he is a man or a woman, a human or a ghost."

"It's not a human or a ghost, it's a stinky piece of shit." Xie Qiushi flicked his sleeves and said angrily, "You can come when you want, you can leave as soon as you want!"

Lingjing had no choice but to smile and cater: "Since Xianjun said he is shit, then it is."

"It's dog shit." Xie Qiushi emphasized his tone.

Spirit mirror: "..."

"Say it." Xie Qiushi stared at him.

"...It's stinky shit." Ling Jing spat out these three words with difficulty, and felt a chill on the back of her neck when she spoke.

Only then did Xie Xianjun let him go, grabbed his elbow, and flew him lightly into the delicate building.

As soon as he entered the building, Xie Qiushi's nose was sore again. He saw that the layout of the small building was almost the same as that of the back mountain of Yingtai, with carved windows on all sides, accompanied by vines and vines on the left and right. The stairs were made of bamboo instead of wood. Supplemented with painted and gilded gold, it is a bit fancy and flamboyant to others, but it is very appetizing to him.

"One less incense burner." He walked a few steps in front of the bamboo bed and said casually.

A copper bird incense burner suddenly appeared on the bedside, startling Xie Xianjun and Ling Jing.

The two looked at each other, and after a while, Xie Qiushi came to his senses and shouted into the air, "Yan Chicheng! Where are you hiding, you bastard?"

There were only his own echoes from all around, he patted Ling Jing's shoulder and asked him to shout with himself:

"Yan Chicheng! Get your grandfather out!"

Spirit mirror: "..."

"Yan Chicheng! If you don't come out again, I will call the immortal soldiers to beat you!"

Spirit mirror: "..."

He yelled a couple of times before feeling bored, and found that Ling Jing was only lip-syncing at the side without making a sound, and was even more annoyed, he raised his foot and kicked Ling Jing's butt lightly.

"Xianjun!" Ling Jing said angrily.

Xie Qiushi grinned exaggeratedly: "If my ruler is in..."

Before the words were finished, there was a "slap", and a mahogany ruler fell from the sky and landed in Xie Qiushi's hands.

Xie Qiushi: "..."

Ling Jing screamed that something was wrong, found an excuse and ran away from the window, leaving Xie Qiushi alone, throwing a tantrum at the empty hut.

In the next few days, Xie Qiushi's temper became worse and worse. Everyone in Wuling also discovered that Xie Xianjun, who was already very powerful, was "omnipotent" in the past two days. He picked up an empty glass and there was wine in it. Picking up the wooden barrel, fish was born in the wooden barrel. The two plates of dim sum that I often eat are never empty. A pair of chopsticks changed from wooden to silver and then to jade.

At the same time, Xie Xianjun's face was not in a good mood, as if he was breathing with the air, and several rumors spread among Wuling disciples. Molested by a certain immortal in heaven who is inconvenient to show his holiness.

Xie Qiushi was even more angry when he heard it. He was threatening and gentle towards the air, but the "smelly dog ​​shit" was soft and hard, and he was no longer as visible as the day before. He wanted to pinch a few more drops Tears came out to deceive people to sympathize, but the eye sockets were dry, and no matter how much he squeezed, he couldn't squeeze out the water.

After many days of laughing and cursing like this, the day Ziwei Palace's imperial order came down, Xie Qiushi was leaning on the bamboo bed, with three disciples behind him pinching his shoulders, Ling Jing sat on the footstool and beat his legs.

Although the disciple who squeezed his shoulders was young, he was not easy to control. He couldn't help but want to poke Xie Xianjun's itchy flesh with his fingers. At that moment, a slap was made on the back of his hand.

After receiving more than a dozen slaps, the disciple suddenly became honest, and Xie Qiushi felt a little bored instead.

"Why didn't you sneak attack? Did it hurt you?" Xie Qiushi opened his eyes and saw the disciple staring at something in a daze, "Huh?"

The disciple hurriedly rubbed his eyes and said: "Xianjun, my eyes are dazzled, and I seem to see silk threads floating."

Xie Qiushi paused.

Ling Jing, who was beating his legs below, suddenly stopped, raised his head and asked: "Xianjun, is this the 'Golden Silk Token' of His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor?"

Xie Qiushi didn't speak, raised his hand to scoop up the air, and suddenly a handful of pure gold threads were braided like hair, turning into a long scroll in his hand.

His expression suddenly became stern, and the scroll was twirled twice in his hand before it fell to the ground with a "slap".

"Help me see." He lowered his eyes and said to Lingjing.

Lingjing looked at him worriedly for a moment, then picked up the scroll, and read: "Taoyuan Village."

Xie Qiushi's face became more and more ugly: "I remember it was a mortal village."

Ling Jing wondered: "Your Majesty ordered you to go to Taoyuan Village to do something?"

Xie Qiushi nodded coldly.

"Xianjun, are you leaving?" Before Ling Jing could say anything else, another disciple behind him called out, "This building has just been built, you're coming back when you're done?"

Xie Qiushi lowered his head when he heard the words, and looked at his palm thoughtfully: "If I can finish it, I will probably come back."

The disciple didn't understand the subtleties in his words, so he said: "Taoyuan Village has been protected by ghosts for a long time, and I am very grateful to the ghosts. It is said that many evil ghosts have escaped from death. If you go there, Just be careful!"

Xie Qiushi suddenly thought of the girl who was scared away by him that day, his eyes flickering with dim lights.

"Back off, all of you." He said suddenly, "Back off."

Although he was usually very unassuming, he shouted this time with a domineering aura. Several disciples looked at each other, almost out of breath, and hurriedly retreated.

He sat quietly for a long time before he said, "Didn't you understand what I said? You also go down."

Ling Jing stood straight in front of him, her clear eyes seemed to have seen everything like a mirror.

"Have you guessed it?" Xie Qiushi waved his hand lazily, his voice softened, "As expected of the smart boy I've come to like—it's just that it doesn't matter if you guess it, it's not something you can interfere with."

"Xianjun..." Ling Jing reached out and grabbed the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "Although there are villains in Taoyuan Village, most of them are innocent people. This imperial order from His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven is really... really serious. ...too cruel."

"Speak carefully." Xie Qiushi said, "You will become an immortal in the future, and you will be punished for scolding him."

Lingjing shook his head and said: "Lingjing has a clear conscience and does not consider it evil." After speaking, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Lingjing hopes that everything the fairy does will also have a clear conscience and not harm the morality."

Xie Qiushi remained silent.

Lingjing withdrew his hand and was about to salute and leave, only to hear Xie Qiushi suddenly say: "Call your master and brothers to the gate of the mountain, I have something to tell you."